"What more?" queried Concha.
"With my friends' lives!" he answered.
And as he went out with no other word Concha breathed a sigh very softly and turned towards Dolóres. She felt somehow as if the tables were being turned upon her.
Outside there was a kind of waiting hush in the air, an electric tension of expectation, or so at least it seemed to Rollo.
As they marched along the road towards the mill-house, they saw a ruddy glow towards the south.
"Something is on fire there!" said John Mortimer. "I mind when Graidly's mills were burnt in Bowton, we saw a glimmer in the sky just like yon! And we were at Chorley, mind you, miles and miles away!"
"They are more like camp-fires behind the hills," commented Etienne, from his larger experience. "I think we had better clear out of Sarria to-night."
"That," said Rollo, firmly, "is impossible so far as I am concerned. I must wait at the mill-house for the papers. But do you three go on, and I will rejoin you to-morrow."
"I will stay," said El Sarria, as soon as Rollo's words had been interpreted to him.